To each his own. To me my own.

Post Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day this year was nothing short of weird, a word I know I’ve grossly overused lately.

It seemed meaningless, empty… since I neither got to see my daughter or my Mother. Aww don’t get me wrong, I’m not grasping for pity. My daughter had to work a double shift yesterday, so she’s taking me out tonight. The reason I didn’t see my Mother is because of this kickass virus I’ve got (still). Knowing how sick I was, she actually requested I wait and maybe do it Tuesday.

It still got me to thinking, Mothers that don’t have anyone around every Mother’s day, what must that be like? I can only imagine it to be a very desolate feeling year after year.

I went to bed at promptly at 10 last night but after about 2am I got very little sleep, and the fleeting bit I got was filled with crazy dreams. I’m ready to shake this ‘sick’ off already and get back to my old self. Unfortunately it’s not happening as fast as I’d like it to.

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